Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2008 09:36:28 +0200
From: A.K.
Subject: The Strolling Players 17/18 (historical)
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THE STROLLING PLAYERS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on June 3, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by The Australian
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USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE STROLLING PLAYERS" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.
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CHAPTER 17 - Rémy the shy gardener
The wagon and the costumes were almost ready. The four friends were
refining their repertory and had all learned their parts well. Vance and
Sandro were sitting out on their small front porch, in the Marquis'
park, and were discussing how to interpret some of the parts and about
which would be the best quips to say. A young gardener stopped nearby
and listened in silence. After a while, when Vance made a witty remark,
the youth started to laugh and the two friends became aware of his
discreet presence.
"Good afternoon." Sandro simply said.
"Good afternoon." the youth answered, then said, "You are the actors,
aren't you?"
"Yes, and who are you?" Vance asked him.
"One of his Lordship the Marquis' gardners. Is it good being an actor?"
"Yes. At least we like it very much, but what of you being a gardener?"
"My father is a gardener here, and also my grand father was. So I too am
a gardener."
"But do you like it?" Vance insisted.
"Well... I'm not able to do anything different. Are you actors' sons?"
"No, none of us. What's your name?"
"Rémy."
"I'm Vance, and this is Sandro."
"Foreigners?"
"I'm English and he's Piedmontese. How old are you?"
"Seventeen. Is it difficult being an actor?"
"Not too much, if one seriously applies himself. Sandro is learning and
he is already rather good."
"I never saw a play. I've only ever seen some tumblers in the square
once or twice performing for the fairs. You were preparing for a play,
weren't you?"
"Yes. Did you look at us for a while?"
"Yes, for some time."
Sandro stood up and said he went inside to fetch the sheets of another
play they had to rehearse. Vance invited Rémy to sit with him.
He asked, "Wouldn't you like becoming an actor?"
"Who knows, I've not the faintest idea. I've always been a gardener, I
never though of that."
"You have a smart appearance, a likeable face and you are young. You
would be good to play the women's parts."
"Women's parts? Do you mean wearing women's clothes and pretend to be a
girl?"
"Yes, but only on the stage. Wouldn't you like to try?"
"I think I would feel like laughing. I don't know. Have you played
women's parts?"
"Mainly Roe took those parts as he is the youngest of us. But I really
think you would be more suitable."
"I think I would feel ashamed wearing women's clothes."
"It's like a game, a joke. If one is skilled, the audience will not even
realise it is a boy disguised as a woman."
"You mean... you mean that some will even court him? Try to give him a
kiss?"
"Yes, exactly so."
"But who knows how mad they would become after they discover it is a
male!"
"Not always, Rémy. There are also people who would prefer to know he is
a boy. When I was a boy, several men were happy to know that I was a
boy, and proposed I go with them."
"Go with them... how?"
"On their bed. To have sex, clearly."
"And... did you go with them?"
"With those I liked, I did."
"You... did you have sex with men?"
"Do you think it's so weird?"
"Yes... The priest in confession told me that it's something not to do,
it's a sin."
"Ah, and why did he tell you so? Did you confess you did it with a man
or a boy?"
"No, I never did it. But when I was thirteen, he asked me if I did such
things... you know... what kids do when they are alone, when they touch
themselves there to get some pleasure. I said I did. He asked me what I
was thinking while I was doing it. I said I was thinking that I was with
one of my cousins doing it to me, and that I liked that fantasy. He
asked me if I ever did it with that cousin and I said I never did. He
then explained to me that such things are not to be done with a male,
but it should only be done between a male and a female, and only then
after they are married. He said I had to stop doing it even when I was
alone but he said that it was less of a sin doing it alone than with
another. This is exactly what he told me".
"And you... did you stop doing it by yourself?"
Rémy broke into a shy smile, "It's not easy to stop. Just the opposite,
while I was growing up I had a stronger urge and I needed to do it even
more than before."
"Did you ever do it with a girl?"
"No, never. Girls make me turn shy. I don't like girls, they all seem to
me to be silly or simpering."
"Would you try it with another boy."
"But the priest said that a man should never do it with another man."
"He was a liar. We actors usually do it between ourselves."
"You and... what's his name... Sandro?"
"No, I do it with Lionel, and Sandro with Roe, but at times I have done
it with Roe, or Lionel with him... and also with other men or boys. Tell
me, when you do it all alone, what do you think about?"
"About some boys I know and I like."
"So, now, you will possibly do it thinking of me or of Sandro?" Vance
cunningly asked.
"It's not unlikely..." the boy said blushing slightly, "It's even
probable..."
"But then, wouldn't you prefer doing it with me instead of just
fantasizing about it?" Vance hinted.
"I don't know... Would you do it with me?"
"Surely, and willingly. It is really good doing it with a friend, and I
would like to become your friend."
"I don't know... I think I would feel ashamed."
"Ashamed of what?"
"Letting you see me there... you or another one."
"And... would you feel ashamed of seeing me there?"
"If you didn't know it already, I think I would rather like to see you.
Once I could see the backer's son bathing all nude at the river. I
really saw everything."
"Did you enjoy looking at him?"
"Sure thing! In fact for a while I was touching myself there, I
fantasised about him, his body and his... tool."
"I would like seeing you totally naked."
This time Rémy became red as an ember, then in a barely perceptible
voice he whispered, "If I didn't know whether you were looking at me or
not... down there at the tools hut... when I'm over with my garden's
job... I always undress, wash myself and change my clothes..."
"And you touch yourself?"
"No, I usually do it only in bed."
"You could do it while washing. I'd like to spy on you while you're
touching yourself."
"I don't know... But I would like spying on you..."
"Do you see that window? That's where Lionel and I sleep. If you climb
on that tree, during the night, when our lamp is lit, you can see
everything."
"Wouldn't you be annoyed knowing that somebody is looking at you and
that he could see everything?"
"If it was a stranger, I would. But if it's you and you tell nobody... I
wouldn't be bothered at all. And perhaps knowing that you are touching
yourself while looking at us..."
Rémy nodded, seriously, then asked, "Tonight?"
"Sure, even tonight. But just you, because I like you and I would like
to become your friend."
"And... will you come to spy on me at the hut?"
"Will you touch yourself?"
"If you like... When the sun is beginning to set down behind the
chestnut tree, any day... Is it alright?"
"It's alright. It will be our secret, Rémy."
"Our secret, Vance. I've to go do carry on with my work, now. Your
friend is coming."
"Will you come and chat with me tomorrow again?"
"Willingly. When the sun sets behind the chestnut tree..."
"And when you see the light at that window..."
Vance was happy. He knew he had just to be patient and sooner or later
that boy would also accept going to his bed, in his arms. He was like a
fruit. He had just to ripen, to be picked up and savoured.
When Sandro came back, he said nothing to him and they resumed their
rehearsing. Vance was keeping an eye to the sun's position. They stopped
rehearsing and Sandro went inside to paint the scenes. Vance went to the
kitchen to help Roe to clean the vegetables then went back out in the
park. The sun was setting. He looked towards the tools hut. There was no
trace of Rémy. It was a good time to go there and explore its
surroundings, to find a spot from where he could spy inside. He noticed
that at its back there were large gaps between the wooden planks of the
wall. Tall bushes screened the place. He thought it would be a good
place to stay, and he thought about exploring the inside of the hut.
The inside space was small and filled with tools. In a corner was a pile
of some funnel shaped tall baskets. That could be a good hiding place,
even better than spying from outside. He moved some of them, crouched
down and put a couple back before him. From there he could see without
being seen.
He had just settled there when RŹmy entered. The boy looked towards the
back wall full of gaps then shut the door and bolted it. He took a small
bundle at a corner and untied it. Then he took a bucket full of water.
He slipped off his raw hemp coat and breeches. He was naked. He turned
towards the back wall and started to slowly masturbate. From his
hideout, Vance could see him in profile.
The boy had a still hairless body and a long but not too thick member,
slightly marked with veins. He took it at full hand, massaging all long
up and down. Vance saw it grow bigger before his very eyes, beautiful
and shuddering. He immediately got a strong erection and was tempted to
masturbate himself but he was afraid that moving might betray his
presence.
The boy was also caressing his chest, thrusting forward his pelvis
towards the wall behind which he thought Vance lurked. Then he closed
his eyes. His body jerked in a wild spasm and white spurts danced
through the air sprinkling the back wall. Vance counted seven of them,
seven arches of pearls barely blinking in the half darkness. Rémy face
was in ecstasy.
Vance licked his lips desirous of having that beautiful peg of youth
flesh throbbing between his lips, feeling it shudder in the delivery and
taste its continuing spurts.
When his entire load had been tossed, the boy remained for a moment
quite still, then slowly caressed his chest and belly, then turned about
and commenced washing himself. He started to dress in the clothes he had
in his bundle. He hung the working clothes on a peg, removed the bolt
and went out.
Vance waited a little longer then he too went out. The sun was already
setting and the sky was red. Rémy was nowhere to be seen, but Vance was
sure that this night would see him climbing the tree.
When they decided to go to bed, Vance opened the bedroom window out
wide.
"Look, what a beautiful night, Lionel. The air is mild, come and breath
it." he said while he was looking towards the tree.
It was on the shape of a dark and indistinct mass and it was impossible
to distinguish if Rémy was already lying in wait or not. Lionel,
unaware, went to the window. Vance embraced and kissed him then,
caressing him, started to undress him.
"Aren't you wanting to be in bed, tonight?" Lionel asked, agreeably
surprised.
"Feel how aroused I am." Vance answered guiding Lionel's hand between
his legs.
"Mmmhhh, yes, I can feel it. I like it when I feel you like that."
Lionel murmured starting to rummage in Vance's breeches and starting to
untie them.
They gradually undressed each other, kissing and caressing. When they
were naked, Lionel pushed Vance towards their bed and they started
making love. After the usual preliminaries, they sucked each other then
Vance took Lionel. He made Lionel take him in return. He imagined that
Rémy was masturbating himself, perched in the tree and spying on them
and this excited him more than usual.
While he was making love wit Lionel he cared to be always in a position
so that Rémy could well see what they were doing. After they both
reached their orgasm, Vance got off the bed and went to the window, his
member still erect, and looking outside, he stretched him self with
sensual grace.
"It has been wonderful, Lionel. You enjoyed it too, didn't you?"
"Of course I did! Come back to bed... you can be seen from outside."
"Only my naked chest can be seen, not my still hard cock!"
"I bet that you feel ready for an encore..."
"Why don't you come and give me head?"
"There at the window?"
"From the park you wouldn't be visible, and the thought excites me.
Come, go on!"
Lionel drew near him with a smile, crouched down in front of him and
took it in his mouth. Vance, for Rémy benefit, was in profile, hoping
that the boy was still there in the tree and saw his member emerge and
sink in is lover's mouth. They continued, until Vance unloaded again,
this time in Lionel's mouth. He then decided to go to bed. He blew out
the candle and embraced his lover, feeling twice satisfied.
The day after he waited with impatience for Rémy to show up. He wasn't
disappointed. Rémy came and greeted him.
"Good morning, Rémy. Were you on the tree, last night?"
"I was there... and saw everything!"
"Did you enjoy what you saw?"
"Oh yes. I was so excited that I came in my breeches without even
touching myself. Did you see me?"
"No, nothing was visible in the tree."
"I mean at the hut... I touched myself as you asked me to do."
"Yes, I saw you. You were so beautiful! I had the desire to be there
with you to touch you!"
"You two were really beautiful and I would have liked being there and
touch you, and do all those things. I didn't know that two men could do
all those things. It really seemed to be great."
"With which of us would you have liked to do it?"
"I don't know, I hadn't thought of it. Both of you were so beautiful...
I saw you better. Yours is bigger than mine, even though a little
shorter, is it right?"
"Yes. I would like taking yours in my mouth. If I come to the hut this
evening, will you let me try?"
"No... I'm ashamed."
"But at this point you saw me, I saw you... where is the problem?"
"No, please, I would feel too ashamed."
"That's silly, Rémy!"
"It could be, but... I never did it, do you see? Even though looking at
you it seemed such a good thing... Did you do it with your friend for
long?"
"Almost seven years. We were about your age, more or less when we first
did it."
"Seven years! And do you still like it?"
"What do you think?"
"It seemed you do... What's its taste... when it sprouts inside the
mouth?"
"Something like drinking a still warm egg, but with a little different
taste. Each man has his own taste, they are not all the same... I would
like tasting also yours."
Rémy blushed but said nothing.
"You have a hard-on now, haven't you?" Vance asked with a conspiratorial
smile.
Rémy nodded.
"May I put my hand there?"
"Your friends could see..."
"They would not mind."
"I told you, I'm ashamed."
"Then I'll come inside the tools hut."
"No, please. I would like, I think, but... I am frightened."
"Frightened? Of me? Don't be silly."
"Tonight, will you lit again the candle?"
"Only if you let me come in the hut."
"Vance, please... I would like looking at you two again..."
"Only if you let me touch you."
"In the hut, I fear that we could be caught. If I'm alone, they could
say nothing, but if we are together they would immediately understand
why we locked ourselves inside."
"Then come now upstairs to my bedroom."
"No, I'm ashamed of your friends, I told you."
"You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
Rémy shook his head and went away, then came back near Vance.
He whispered, "I will be at the hut like yesterday and tonight I will be
in the tree." and hurriedly went away.
Vance thought he should have insisted on less with the boy. But he soon
thought he could hide behind the baskets again and as soon as Rémy was
naked he could go out of his hideout to have sex with him. He then had a
change of mind, fearing that the boy could have an adverse reaction. He
was torn. He decided not to go on thinking about it and even, for that
evening anyway, not to go to the hut.
When the sun set behind the chestnut tree, Vance was aware he was
getting a hard-on at the thought that the boy was there undressing for
him. He almost ran to the hut. He saw that the door was shut, so he went
round the hut slipping between the bushes and the wooden wall. He bent
down and looked through one of the clefts. Rémy was already totally
naked and was masturbating, just a few inches from the wall.
Vance thought that if the gaps were a little wider, he could slip in his
fingers and perhaps reach and brush the erect boy's member, or even slip
his hard stake inside hoping that Rémy wanted to touch it. These
fantasies aroused him a great deal. He was feeling more and more
attracted to that boy, mainly for his beauty but possibly also because
of his bashfulness.
Rémy suddenly came and a drop of his seed passed through the cleft and
hit Vance's face. He gathered it with a finger and savoured it. Then
looked again inside. Rémy crouched before the wall and pushed his face
nearer.
In a whisper he asked, "Are you there?"
"Yes..."
"Did you like seeing me?"
"I would have liked it if I were touching you."
"I know. I think I would like that too, I desire it and perhaps... if we
could do it in secret, without your companions knowing..."
"We will find a way."
"Will you keep the candle lit, tonight?"
"I will."
"I would like you to do all the things you do with your friend with me.
Find a safe place, please. I really want to try... Look, I'm getting
another hard-on just thinking of it. I want to touch you, to be touched
by you."
"Why don't you let me in?"
"No, here it's risky. I have to dress, now."
"No, wait..."
"Tonight I will be on the tree. It's great spying on you."
Vance went back to the house. That night he again made love with Lionel
at Rémy's benefit. At one point he thought he heard a rustling coming
from the tree and this excited him incredibly. The boy was surrendering
to his proposal. He had just to find a safe place.
The day after, in the afternoon, he sent Lionel to check with the
tailor's as to the readiness of their stage costumes. Then asked Roe to
go and check on the progress of the wagon, and proposed that Sandro to
go at the Marquis' library to check some books.
So, when Rémy showed up, he told him, "I sent all my friends away. Come
inside, we are safe."
"What if they... if they come back?"
"We have enough time."
"But I'm afraid... forgive me."
"Rémy, even if they come back, they would say nothing, I told you."
"But I..."
"I want you. Either you come inside or I will start doing it now, this
instant." Vance said seizing his arm.
Rémy went pale and feebly tried to put up defences, trying to free
himself. Vance dragged him towards the door and forced him to go inside.
There, leaning on him and pushing him against the wall, he put a hand
between the boy's legs and fondled him with relish. He felt him shudder,
felt the boy's member harden under his breeches. He then kissed him on
the mouth, going on to fondle him with his hand while holding him in
place with other. Rémy shuddered violently.
When Vance let his mouth free, the boy murmured, shaken, "It's great...
it's great, but I'm so scared. Stop it, please."
Vance took his hand and guided it to his hard-on. Rémy felt it and
shuddered again, then started to caress it through the cloth. Vance
kissed him again.
"I want it, Vance, but let's find a safe place..."
"I sent then away expressly, to be alone with you. Come upstairs, I want
to undress you, to have you naked."
"I would like that too, Vance, but..."
"Come upstairs, or I will undress and take you here!"
"What do you want to do with me?" the boy asked, slightly worried.
"All that you saw me do with Lionel."
"It's beautiful... but..."
Vance started to untie the boy's coat and, uncovering his chest, while
maintaining him against the wall, lowered to suck his now very hard
nipples. Rémy moaned and wriggled succumbing to pleasure. Vance untied
his breeches and went down with his lips and tongued the boy's belly,
heading for the already fully erect member.
Rémy murmured, "No... no, please..." but didn't maintain opposition.
Vance reached the beautiful member, smooth like velvet and hard like
stone and took it all in his mouth.
Rémy emitted a sob. With a chocked voce he repeated, "No, no, please..."
but instinctively pushed his pelvis forward to sink even more in that
hot, thirsty mouth that was making him feel wild uncontrollable
sensations.
Vance, while continuing to suck him, lowered his breeches to his knees
and with skilled fingers started to tease him between his buttocks.
Finding the still unblemished hole he rimmed it until he felt it start
to palpitate. Rémy resonated from head to toe like the string of a bow,
emitted long whines and unloaded into the welcoming mouth of Vance who
drank in big draught all the seed that the boy was spurting with wild
spasm of pleasure. When the last drop had been delivered, Vance
straightened up and caressed his belly and chest, then kissed him again.
Then, parting a little from the boy, asked him with a conspiratorial
smile, "Wasn't it good?"
"Yes. Much too good. I never felt anything like that Vance."
"This was but a small tasting. I would like to make you feel an even
more sensual and stronger passion should you came with me. Why are you
so afraid?"
"I want to come with you... Can you send away your friends again,
tomorrow?"
"I don't know. Maybe"
"Then I will come upstairs with you. You will get me naked and do to me
all that you did with your friend, and I will do anything you want.
Promise!"
"Alright. I will wait for you, tomorrow. Don't fail me."
"Promise. Tonight, you will again keep the candle lit?"
"Sure."
When his friends were back, Vance told them about Rémy, omitting only
the detail of the tree. He asked them that for the following afternoon,
they shut themselves into Sandro's and Roe's room keeping absolutely
silent. He would make Rémy believe that nobody was home, so that he
could finally have him in his bed. All his three companions accepted
without hesitation.
The day after, Vance finally took Rémy to his bedroom. He undressed him
and made love to him quietly, for a long time, giving the maximum
pleasure to the boy. Rémy abandoned himself to Vance attentions without
restraint, and moaned and groaned aloud enjoying all what Vance was
lavishing on him. He was docilely in his arms, greedy to experience
everything. When Vance penetrated him, even though feeling some pain,
the boy wanted consummation. Vance had the boy come several times, until
he was like a bundle of raw, hypersensitive nerves, and implored Vance
to stop.
"So, then, are you happy you came here with me?" Vance asked him,
caressing his entire body.
"I felt like dying for the pleasure of it. I didn't think it could be so
wonderful!"
"I also gave you some pain, didn't I?"
"Yes, but it was worth it. On one hand it hurt, just a little, but then,
so much pleasure... It's like... a fire!"
"If, while we were having sex, my friends came here, would you have felt
ashamed?"
"I think I might."
"And would you have asked me to stop?"
"I don't think so..."
"So then tomorrow I will introduce you to my friends, then we come here
again and have sex, even if they are around. Agreed?"
"But they will not come in this room, would they?"
"No, they will stay downstairs."
"Then is alright. I will come tomorrow."
So, the day after, Vance had Rémy meet his friends then took him
upstairs and they began the dance of love. At first the boy was a little
tense and embarrassed, but then let himself go totally. Day after day he
lost his shyness, and learned to make love with increasing skill and
enthusiasm. Vance liked the freshness and naturalness of Rémy, his
docility yet his randy attacks. Having sex with Rémy did not lessen his
pleasure of making love with Lionel, but somehow, even with him RŹmy,
Vance became more tender and passionate.
When the wagon was ready and they were organizing the start of their
first tour, Rémy asked to be accepted as one of the troupe. Vance, after
the consent of his friends, went to see the Marquis and asked him for
authorization to take the boy with them. The man gave his consent
without argument.
Rémy started to learn his women's parts under Roe's tutelage. In the
beginning he was somewhat awkward and clumsy, but gradually understood
how he had to act and succeeded in doing his part with increasing
success.
As they had promised, they performed their first shows at the Marquis'
mansion in front of the elite of the local aristocracy. The Duke Ludovic
of Savoy intervened and complimented them. When the wagon was fully
equipped, they stated touring the villages and towns of Savoy Duchy.
Sandro and Roe had asked their friends to put a curtain during the night
allowing them to make love with some intimacy and quietness. Vance
accepted willingly. Rémy slept with Vance and Lionel.
At that point the boy, feeling fully accepted, lost any residual
embarrassment and shyness, not only in bed but also on stage.
The new born company "Du Chaton", as they called it, was meeting with
outstanding success, because it was the first time that in the duchy had
been seen a strolling players' wagon.
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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 18
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